Second LP from the Swedish trio, who’ve flown just low enough under the mainstream radar to have earned a sort of Tokyo Police Club-like rep. They’re better than Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., if you want to compare this to anything, although the minimalism of their self-titled debut has been replaced by things with much more of a pulse, basically in line with the debut album’s “Song For No One.” If you don’t like the low-rent Beach Boys falsetto preferred by seemingly every skinny-dweeb band deemed worthy by the major indie press, you’ll want to try something else, but these guys do seem to have found an interesting formula for crossbreeding Animal Collective and Vampire Weekend, which includes tossing grimy breakbeats and Ben Folds piano into the pot. As is wont to happen with anything this painfully hip, I liked it but didn’t find anything addictive or single-worthy in the set, which is — yeah yeah, I know, part of the plan. A-—Eric W. Saeger